Holiday Haiku #3

Could be any year really …

The UN doodled.
   War profiteers canoodled.
White trash bamboozled.
This is the best game ever!

Holiday Haiku #2

So wrong yet so green / winter-less twenty sixteen / willow keeps his Keane’s

So wrong yet so green
winter-less twenty sixteen
willow keeps his leaves

Photo taken July 24 2016. This tree kept his leaves all winter, even over the force of the old-timers shaking their collective heads.

Haiku Sextet #1

I, though midsummer
 chose anyway your spring song
knowing it was wrong.

For other love bound
 the hand I placed in mine, and
to it I was blind.

To   a walled garden
 we broke out. Once, once only
and called it escape.

But my coat outlived
 us. And they don’t even make
Them like they used to.

Lovely-haired mantis
 you promised haven I was
lucky to survive.

Still this old wound, rough
 I’m sad to see puckered up
you once tickled me there.